Reminds me…
The Person Poem
I never did meet, on any old street,
Sitting, laying, or up on their feet.
Not in a bar, not in a car,
Not up close, not from afar.
No baby or kid, no daughter or son,
No grandpa or grandma, no daddy or mom.
Wherever I’ve been it’s always the same
I’ve met not a person who had not a name.
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